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following me when I left this morning,” she explained.
At this point I wasn’t sure what I should be asking about, the hospital visit, or if she was still being followed. The immediate danger seemed to be the fact that someone was after her.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at the rest stop, but I’m afraid to stay here long incase they find me again.” The trembling in her voice made her last words almost inaudible.
“Come here … to my house. I’ll call the police.”
“No! Don’t call the police. What if they are in on it?”
Now I was really getting worried. Celeste wasn’t the type to go in for conspiracy theories. In fact, it was the one area where we had nothing in common.
“Okay, then just come here and hide out.”
“I don’t dare. If I’m still being followed, I’ll lead them right to your house. It’s better if we meet in a public place.”
“You’re close to the Alien Museum. I’ll meet you there.”
“I’ll head that way, but hurry!”
She hung up before I could say anything more.
I didn’t take the time to dress. People were just going to have to deal with my cherry blossom pajamas and green slippers.
The museum was only five minutes away. If I hurried, I’d probably get there about the same time as Celeste.
When I pulled into the parking lot, the only cars were Jacob’s and Celeste’s.
Considering I was wearing pajamas, I wasn’t too disappointed with the lack of people, though it would probably have been better if it had been a bit more crowded. Safer anyway.
It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting when I stepped inside the museum.
The gift shop was empty.
“Jacob! You here?” I called out. “Have you seen Celeste?”
My answer was utter silence. It was so quiet, I could actually hear myself breathing.
“Jacob!”
Nothing.
My eyes fell on the red velvet drapes that separated the museum in back, from the gift shop. This was where Jacob would take tickets before allowing patrons into the back, which was where all the artifacts were.
Figuring he must be busy in back, I pulled the drapes aside and entered the display area. There were wax replicas of the famous Roswell bodies and wreckage, and even the alien autopsy video that made its way around the Internet in the 90s.
“Jake! You back here?”
This time I heard a faint gurgling sound coming from behind one of the walls.
Following the sound, I made my way through the maze of walls that separated each display.
When I rounded the corner that would take me to the alien autopsy room, I froze.
The surreal scene was like something from a nightmare, made even more unreal by the hazy green lighting of the room.
Jacob was on the floor with Celeste bent over him. She was covered in blood.
At first I thought he’d had an accident and she was trying to help him, but that notion evaporated quickly when I saw the blood dripping from her mouth.
I was so shocked, I couldn’t even scream.
My terror numb mind protected itself by forcing the idea that something was wrong with Celeste. She had to be under some kind of mind control.
She stood and stared at me. At first there was no recognition in her eyes, but slowly she seemed to come out of whatever daze she’d been in.
Tears streamed from her eyes, mixing with the blood smeared across her cheeks.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” she cried. Her voice sounded different, almost gravelly.
“Celeste,” I whispered, unsure if I should try and comfort her or run for the nearest exit.
That’s when I noticed her eyes. There was something different about them. Normally her eyes were brown, but at the moment they were a yellowish green color, and they were the eyes of a reptile.
I slowly began backing away, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Did you kill Johnny too?” I asked.
She nodded. “But I couldn’t help it. I have to eat.”
Celeste took a step in my direction.
“Don’t come any closer,” I warned.
“I have to
At this point I wasn’t sure what I should be asking about, the hospital visit, or if she was still being followed. The immediate danger seemed to be the fact that someone was after her.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at the rest stop, but I’m afraid to stay here long incase they find me again.” The trembling in her voice made her last words almost inaudible.
“Come here … to my house. I’ll call the police.”
“No! Don’t call the police. What if they are in on it?”
Now I was really getting worried. Celeste wasn’t the type to go in for conspiracy theories. In fact, it was the one area where we had nothing in common.
“Okay, then just come here and hide out.”
“I don’t dare. If I’m still being followed, I’ll lead them right to your house. It’s better if we meet in a public place.”
“You’re close to the Alien Museum. I’ll meet you there.”
“I’ll head that way, but hurry!”
She hung up before I could say anything more.
I didn’t take the time to dress. People were just going to have to deal with my cherry blossom pajamas and green slippers.
The museum was only five minutes away. If I hurried, I’d probably get there about the same time as Celeste.
When I pulled into the parking lot, the only cars were Jacob’s and Celeste’s.
Considering I was wearing pajamas, I wasn’t too disappointed with the lack of people, though it would probably have been better if it had been a bit more crowded. Safer anyway.
It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting when I stepped inside the museum.
The gift shop was empty.
“Jacob! You here?” I called out. “Have you seen Celeste?”
My answer was utter silence. It was so quiet, I could actually hear myself breathing.
“Jacob!”
Nothing.
My eyes fell on the red velvet drapes that separated the museum in back, from the gift shop. This was where Jacob would take tickets before allowing patrons into the back, which was where all the artifacts were.
Figuring he must be busy in back, I pulled the drapes aside and entered the display area. There were wax replicas of the famous Roswell bodies and wreckage, and even the alien autopsy video that made its way around the Internet in the 90s.
“Jake! You back here?”
This time I heard a faint gurgling sound coming from behind one of the walls.
Following the sound, I made my way through the maze of walls that separated each display.
When I rounded the corner that would take me to the alien autopsy room, I froze.
The surreal scene was like something from a nightmare, made even more unreal by the hazy green lighting of the room.
Jacob was on the floor with Celeste bent over him. She was covered in blood.
At first I thought he’d had an accident and she was trying to help him, but that notion evaporated quickly when I saw the blood dripping from her mouth.
I was so shocked, I couldn’t even scream.
My terror numb mind protected itself by forcing the idea that something was wrong with Celeste. She had to be under some kind of mind control.
She stood and stared at me. At first there was no recognition in her eyes, but slowly she seemed to come out of whatever daze she’d been in.
Tears streamed from her eyes, mixing with the blood smeared across her cheeks.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” she cried. Her voice sounded different, almost gravelly.
“Celeste,” I whispered, unsure if I should try and comfort her or run for the nearest exit.
That’s when I noticed her eyes. There was something different about them. Normally her eyes were brown, but at the moment they were a yellowish green color, and they were the eyes of a reptile.
I slowly began backing away, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Did you kill Johnny too?” I asked.
She nodded. “But I couldn’t help it. I have to eat.”
Celeste took a step in my direction.
“Don’t come any closer,” I warned.
“I have to
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